I saw you sit on the edge of the coffee table, I saw you part your legs, wide. I couldn’t see your fingers stroking your pussy, or how wide you had ...arted that sweet pussy. I couldn’t see, as Alan could see, watch you slipping two fingers inside you. ‘You like this too Alan?’ you asked in a low voice. ‘You like this pussy Alan?’ you asked again as your fingers slipped in and out of your pussy. ‘You want to fuck my pussy Alan; do you want to slide your hard cock into me? You teased him. ‘Is your. Es war nicht so, dass zuhause jemand auf sie gewartet hätte, aber dennoch hatte sie keine Lust das Wochenende bei Minusgraden in Berlin zu verbringen.So hatte sie sich kurzerhand in ein Hotelzimmer am Flughafen eingebucht und kaufte sie sich nun ein paar Klamotten um sich die Zeit zu vertreiben. Sie war auch schon fündig geworden, nur bei der Unterwäsche hatte sie noch nichts gefunden was ihr gefiel. Beim Schlendern durch entlang der kleinen Boutiquen kam sie an einem Sexshop vorbei. „Was. On the day before I left I went to visit Emma and I was more vigorous that ever with her, after all I'd gone over two months without any sex and was surprised at myself as to how much I'd missed her. It was a tearful good bye but I promised to keep writing her, as well as seeing her any time I came home on leave. The first day were spent 'arriving' as they called it, we were issued bedding and shown to our barracks. There must have been about 20 of us in each one, two rows of beds down each. Then there were the late night workers who lived along and were headed home after shift.The couple ahead of us was called at the six minute mark of our wait. We were called at the eleven minute mark. Yes, I kept track of such things. I have no idea why, I did that."So it's the 'He men breakfast'for me," Tom said to the middle aged waitress who looked like a drug addict or drunk in rehab."Make mine soft scrambled eggs with crisp bacon no potatoes," I said "If you can get the cook to put a little.